Naturally Poem by David Blake

Attended by the masses the songs
they sing so sad echo so true yet
a mystery to me they remain.
Lost in the vast expanse of time
in a world of nothing but space
looking for another role to play.
Doubting all that I have heard I
try so very hard to believe in
something more than being free.
Looking back I can only see the
tears of a life wasted on forgotten
dreams and now all I can do is
cry and wait for another day.